The room is bright, the sunlight already stretching across the walls, and for a moment, I have no idea what time it is. I slept hard. Deep enough that my body still feels heavy against the mattress.
It’s that time of year when the days are endless here. The sun comes up before five and doesn’t really disappear until after nine, so it could be any time of the day.
I reach for my phone on the bedside table and squint at the screen.
8:07.
Neptune lifts his head from his bed, watching me.
I scroll through my messages and see one from April, sent late last night.
April:
June is up for flying over to you. I’m rescheduling my week, and Max is arranging our flight for Monday.
Another message follows.
April:
We’re taking his private jet, so we’ll probably fly into Newport so you don’t have to drive all the way to Portland. I’ll let you know once I have all the details.
I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Sometimes I forget my sister is dating a millionaire,” I tell Neptune, and he leans back down on his bed.
I type back.
Me:
Sounds perfect. Just let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.
A second later, she reacts with a thumbs-up.
I send another message.
Me:
How is she?
The three dots appear almost immediately.
I wait, staring at them.
April:
She’s really hurting.
I exhale slowly.
“Oh, Juney girl…” I murmur to myself.
I react with a sad face and close the thread.
As I’m about to lock my screen, another message pops up.
Finn.
I forgot to message him yesterday.
